Old things can give birth to spirituality.

Flesh and blood creatures are transformed into humans, good at change, and those who are proficient in magic are demons.

The bloodline explodes, the temperament is irritable, and the body size is abnormal.

Those who give birth to spirituality are fine.

Among the twelve sects of Fang Xiangzong, the "Stomach Eater Tiger" specializes in dealing with monsters, and the "Xiongbo Eater Fairy" is good at restraining demons and spirits.

Although Zhang Biao did not get these two inheritances, there are also some brief introductions in the Rimid Frontier.

The utensils become fine, and they will cause harm over time.

For example, if someone has a broom at home, they will secretly absorb the master's essence blood, making the family sleep all day long, and everything is unfavorable, which is "broom essence".

After some are powerful, they are even more troublesome, and even turn into evil gods, forcing the people to build temples for it.

Of course, they are also monastic targets.

The "strange" blood is strong, and the fur and bones can not only make magic weapons, but also the flesh and blood are also the materials for boiling medicinal food.

The artifact that has become a fine is the embryo of the magic weapon, and it can be used with a little refining and subduing.

This jade cat, Zhang Biao already had an idea in his heart.

Although they are not powerful, they are good at stealth, and they are used as messengers or to spy on intelligence.

Wandering around had this harvest, which made him feel good, and he went to Jiaxing Fang with a gift...

…………

Jiaxing Fang is located in the west of the city, although it is also a gathering of civilians, but the people in the workshop mostly work in the Ministry of Works, and they are doing well.

"You kid, you still know how to come to the door!"

"Come in, your uncle is also here, I'll go get a few side dishes, and you two have a drink..."

Wang Zhutou's wife's surname is Du, and she is a straightforward and fast-talking character, and she chattered when she saw Zhang Biao coming to the door.

The words are not polite, but they are full of care.

Wang Zhutou happened to be at home, changing into civilian clothes, squatting in the courtyard to cut pickles.

In this year, in addition to the royal hot spring garden, the people could not eat fresh vegetables in winter, so every household had to pickle pickles and make pickles.

Seeing Zhang Biao enter the door, Wang Zhutou snorted and turned his head, and the pickles in his hands were cut more powerfully.

"Cut your hands!"

Zhang Biao smiled, snatched the kitchen knife, pulled a knife flower, and cut it.

The shadow of the knife is like the wind, and the incision is as neat as paper.

Wang Zhutou had a black face, squatted next to him and lit a big cigarette stick, and took a few puffs before muttering: "No matter how fast the knife is, what's the use, are you still going to mix the rivers and lakes?" ”

Zhang Biao blinked, "The rivers and lakes are easy to grow old, and it's not bad to be a rich man in the capital." ”

"!"

Wang Zhutou scolded: "What is the conflict between earning money and resigning from public office, and there are still a lot of private transactions in the yamen?" ”

Zhang Biao smiled calmly, "If I don't leave the six doors, I'm afraid I'll lose my head." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhutou was silent for a while, and after spitting clouds and fog for a long time, he sighed: "With the same virtue as your father, if Mr. Xiao is still there, it won't be like this..."

At this moment, someone pushed the door into the courtyard, but it was a scholar with a square face and an elegant temperament, and he was still carrying a brown paper bag in his hand.

When he saw the two people in the courtyard, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is here, and it just so happens that I brought some snacks." ”

After that, I opened the oily paper bag, and there were all kinds of pastries inside, some of which were as crystal clear as snow, and some of which were shiny and covered with icing.

"Lotus seed cake, longevity cake..."

Zhang Biao's eyes lit up, and he unceremoniously picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, and said while chewing: "These are only things in the palace, which nobleman rewarded them?" ”

The scholar was Wang Guanshan, the eldest son of Wang Zhutou, and he smiled and said: "King Yue went to Guozi today to listen to the lecture, put out questions to compare all students, and then gave pastries. ”

Wang Zhutou's face changed, "Has he invited you to a banquet?" ”

Wang Guanshan nodded and said: "I won the first place in arithmetic, and King Yue invited us to participate in the garden poetry meeting during the autumn harvest festival." ”

"Don't go!"

Wang Zhutou's face was gloomy, "On that day, I said that I was infected with the wind and cold and recuperated at home." ”

Wang Guanshan was unwilling, and retorted: "I know that my father is worried, but among the princes, only King Yue is open-minded and Corporal Lixian..."

"That's called not knowing the times!"

Wang Zhutou said angrily: "You don't teach you on weekdays, you would rather be mediocre than gamble, and honestly wait to enter the Ministry of Industry, don't mix with those people." ”

Wang Guanshan's face was red, but he still sighed, lowered his head and said, "If the child is wrong, just listen to his father's orders." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Biao hurriedly said: "Uncle Wang, don't worry, Guanshan is smart, and he must know your hard work." ”

"You're not a worry either!"

Wang Zhutou was obviously in a bad mood and replied.

"Whatever you are arguing about, go to dinner!"

Seeing this, Wang Zhutou's wife came out and scolded, and the three of them quickly shut up and obediently sat down at the table to eat.

The food and drinks are plentiful, and the atmosphere is a little dull.

Du Shi glanced at him, and Wang Zhutou hurriedly said to Zhang Biao: "What you said last time, can you think about it?" ”

Zhang Biao was stunned, "What's the matter?" ”

"Wife!"

Du's eyes widened, "You are not too young, and you don't marry a wife yet, how can we be worthy of Brother Zhang, if you don't make a charter today, don't think about leaving!" ”

"Ahh

Zhang Biao's head suddenly grew when he heard this.

"Ahh

Du Shi kept chattering, "Let me tell you, that Murong girl is a rare virtuous person, knowledgeable and reasonable, if it weren't for the middle of the family..."

Zhang Biao's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Murong... This surname is rare in the DPRK. ”

"Youzhou Murong Clan!"

Wang Guanshan opened his mouth and said: "His ancestors were Youzhou Wang clan, and later the Golden Horde invaded, the entire clan was slaughtered, and he lost power in the court..."

"Oh, it turned out to be that Murong."

Zhang Biao suddenly realized, he laughed and said: "No matter how you say it, after all the wang clans, then you can look down on me as a martial artist, this matter is definitely not appropriate..."

"What do you know, that Murong Shang girl..."

Knock knock!

Du Shi was about to reprimand, but he heard someone knock on the door in a hurry, "Is the king head-catcher, the yamen urgently summoned!" ”

Wang Zhutou frowned, stepped forward to open the door, and said helplessly: "What's the urgency?" ”

The catcher who knocked on the door quickly arched his hand and said: "It was ordered by the chief catcher, and the subordinates don't know." ”

"Alright, I'll go."

Wang Zhutou was helpless, so he had to hurriedly change his clothes and go out with a horizontal knife.

Du Shi said angrily: "The errand of these six doors, it's better to quit early, I'm so busy all day that I can't even eat steadily..."

Zhang Biao smiled dumbly, thinking about how to escape from this place as soon as possible...

…………

When he left the palace, it was already unitary time.

Zhang Biao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, turned his head to look at Jiaxingfang, and felt palpitations.

This Aunt Du nagged him for a while, if it weren't for the fact that Wang was no longer catching his head, he would have to settle a family affair on the spot.

Zhang Biao is obsessed with cultivation, how can he agree.

Fortunately, his daughter and son-in-law came to the door to save their relatives, so he found an opportunity to sneak out.

It seems that it is better to find a way to excuse it.

Or just become a monk and seek the Tao...

Zhang Biao thought about it and walked towards An Zhenfang.

At this time, the sun was about to set, the sunset was all over the sky, and when passing by Zhengyang Street, I saw two people galloping by.

Zhang Biao hurriedly dodged, thoughtful.

The one who started was the bronze medal of the six doors to catch Liu Changkong, and the person behind him had a fair and handsome face, dressed in a black robe, and he also recognized it.

That person's name is Qiu Chenyi, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and he is a well-known detective in the capital.

However, unlike them, they are famous families, young and promising, and I don't know how many women in Beijing are dreaming lovers.

Is there another big case?

Zhang Biao shook his head and turned to leave.

In contrast, what killing religion and what famous ladies are all found to be boring.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment:

The jade elf cat, how to refine it, is more appropriate......

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South of the city, Tongzheng Fang.

Sudden Rhythm!

The horses raised their hooves and neighed, and stopped in front of the six doors.

Liu Changkong jumped down sideways, threw the reins in his hand to the rushing catcher, and said with a straight face: "Lord Qiu, please!" ”

Qiu Chenyi got off the horse without hurry, glanced at Liu Changkong thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "The six doors are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Liu Zhutou, I don't know if you are interested, come to my Dali Temple?" ”

"Lord Qiu, digging people at the gate of my six doors is a bit unsophisticated..."

Zhuge Wanjun strode out, first made a joke, and then said with a solemn face: "There is something wrong with people, Lord Qiu, come with me." ”

With that, he led Qiu Chenyi into the cell.

"Huh?"

As soon as he entered the cell, Qiu Chenyi frowned.

I saw that the monk Fashan was tied to the wall, covered in blood, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he kept muttering, "I heard it!" I heard that! It's Anabadatta who is calling..."

Qiu Chenyi said in a deep voice: "This person has gone crazy, and if he uses the soul illusion technique, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold it." ”

Guo An, the chief catcher, said: "As long as he confesses, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies!" ”

Qiu Chenyi glanced at Guo An deeply, nodded and said, "It's okay, it depends on luck whether it succeeds or not." ”

After that, he took out the medicinal powder and began to configure.

He knows the style of six doors, and he is working on a big case, and he doesn't care about people's lives or deaths.

These medicinal powders are not magic, to put it bluntly, they are hallucinogenic things such as mandala flowers and toadstools.

As the medicine powder was poured in, the Fa was dizzy, and Qiu Chenyi also asked softly, "Master, what do you see?" ”

"Anabadatta is screaming!"

"Demon, demon is going to come into the world!"

"Where's your brother?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're all going to die!"

Just as the crowd was tempting confessions, it was getting dark.

In a private house in Tongzheng Square, a huge figure slowly crawled out......